Optimistically scheduled for English footie widows during the World Cup, this is another “jukebox musical” that links old pop songs together with a contrived plot.

With ABBA’s back catalogue exhausted, it’s the Various Artists from Now That’s What I Call Music! Volumes 1 to 12 who provide the ’80s soundtrack to a melodramatic wedding in a dreamy Italian resort.

With its slightly shonky choreography, cheesy script and B-list cast this really should be as predictable as an England penalty shootout. But somehow it works.

At times even the most hardened cynic might find his toes rebelling against his better judgment.

The titles have barely faded when we get our first number. As recent graduate Taylor (Hannah “less famous sister of Gemma” Arterton) goes through passport control at Puglia airport, a guard asks whether she is visiting for “business or a holiday?”

Within seconds, Taylor is leading her surprisingly youthful fellow holidaymakers in a big song and dance routine to Madonna’s 1983 hit Holiday. Well he did ask.

BACKING VOCALS: Greg Wise and Annabel Scholey [Vertigo Films]

But drama is waiting for her in her ridiculously plush holiday villa. Her work-shy big sister Maddie (Annabel Scholey) has already been there for five weeks and has managed to get engaged to hunky, shirtaphobic local Raf (Giulio Berruti).

Worse still, unbeknown to her, Raf is the Italian who Taylor had a holiday romance with three years previously.

He’s sleazy, slimy and determined to win her back. And, as it turns out, he still has very clear recollections of meeting Maddie when she was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar.

Taylor is still nursing an Eternal Flame for Raf and if “she could turn back time” she really would “find a way”.

But Maddie and her girl pals “just wanna have fun” on the hen night while Raf and his mates are out acting like Wild Boys.

Unsurprisingly, things come to a head on the big day. "Hey little sister what have you done?" Maddie asks Taylor outside the church. Luckily, the guests are too busy discussing the Italian climate to notice that anything is amiss.

Everyone seems to agree that it's "a nice day for a white wedding".

The songs clunk into one another a fair bit and Katy Brand isn’t particularly funny as the comedy fat friend Lil. But Leona Lewis puts in a game turn as pal Elena. Cleverly, the directors don’t lean too hard on her vocal talent.

After all, nobody goes to karoake to listen to someone who can actually sing. Like the best drunken turns, it's cheesy, rough around the edges and doesn't take itself at all seriously. I think that's what makes it so endearing.